A minister who had lost his child asked another minister
to come and preach for him. He came and he told how he lived on one side of a
river, and felt very little interest in the people on the other side, until his
daughter was married and went over there to live, and then every morning he went
to the window and looked over the river, and felt very much concerned about that
town and all the people there. "Now," said he, "I think that as
this child has crossed another river, heaven will be dearer to him than ever it
has been before." Shall we not just let our hearts and affections be set on
the other side of the river? It is but a step; it is but a vail; we shall soon
be in the other world.